The bad doers

chiming dark black force asunder

all emotions which we plunder

lies and secrets which we need

to plant inside of those who heed



In the silence of the night

we feed off fear and drink their fright

like slurping lapping dogs we are

we'll colonise that ancient scar



when the weakest draw their sword

I take the courage which they hoard

and strike them down with what they know

disable fast and kill them slow



we signed our souls to beelzebub

to decimate that burning shrub

and ne'er ancients tell the story

of our impending doom or glory